The one who collapsed like Zhou Rui that day was Dean Jiang who was bombarded by teachers and was away on a business trip.
In the middle of the night, the "elderly" Dean Jiang was about to wash up and go to bed, but when he saw everyone's WeChat messages, he was all blaming him for encouraging them to go on a blind date with Mr. Zhang even though he knew the inside story. Foggy.
Until he saw Zhou Rui's news...
- "It's up to you whether you know that those two people have an affair, now it's the rhythm of making fake plays for real"
Jiang Duoduo lost all drowsiness immediately: "!!!"
- "What the hell, why did they have an affair?!"
- "Today they wanted to introduce a partner to Mr. Zhang, but the two of them made it public directly, and I am dizzy now"
-"? No, I didn't receive the notification!!!"
- "Dean, are you okay? Why do you have to notify you specially when they are in love!!!"
- "That means you need to be notified! Mr. Zhou, are you sure that there is something wrong with them? You have to be responsible for what you say."
Zhou Rui almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
- "Why am I teasing you about this, I saw it with my own eyes!"
- "We all take the elevator together to the top floor of the heaven and earth, and can we just chat???"
Jiang Duoduo was so stupid, he started to dial Zhong Yi's phone without saying a word, thinking how this man can't believe his words...
As soon as Zhong Yi came out of the bathroom, he saw the vibrating mobile phone on the sink.
Glancing at the caller ID, Zhong Yi felt amused, why did he come here? Those who didn't know thought that this person had installed a camera on them, so they were so well-informed.
After answering the phone, Zhong Yi said "Hello" before Jiang Duoduo let out a long sigh of relief on the other end of the phone: "You finally answered the phone, let me know if you agreed to tell me, Mr. Zhong!!!"
Zhong Yi laughed out loud, turned on the hands-free and began to put on his nightgown: "Isn't this also a temporary idea, I was about to notify you, and you found it yourself."
The begging Jiang Duoduo was desperate: "... Are you serious?"
"The children are already twenty-eight, and they are not young anymore. It seems that our principal Jiang is worried." Zhong Yi tied his belt, took his mobile phone and walked out, pursing his lips and said, "I am also very innocent. I have nothing to do with it, he seduced me first."
Jiang Duoduo: "?"
"...Mr. Zhong, look at what you are talking about. How can I not know what the cabbage in my yard looks like? That wooden head can still seduce you?" Jiang Duoduo said anxiously on the other end of the phone. I almost pulled my hair, "You can't shirk responsibility like this."
Zhong Yi came to the room and was about to ask him if he didn't believe it, when he saw that the protagonist they were discussing was lying on his side on the bed and fell asleep.
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Zhong Yi silently swallowed the words back to his lips, turned off the hands-free and changed his words: "Okay, Dean Jiang is not sleeping yet, put your mind back, I'm going to sleep."
After Zhong Yi finished speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving no room for Jiang Duoduo.
Jiang Duoduo: "?"
It's time to go to bed, how can I get him to put his heart back into his stomach? Oh my god! ! !
Then that night, no matter how hard he called, Zhong Yi never got through...
The night in late spring and early summer was still a bit chilly. After Zhong Yi hung up the phone, he first closed the French windows on the left and right sides. He stepped on the fluffy carpet with bare feet and there was no sound at all. The man on the bed slept peacefully without even taking off his clothes. His face sank into the quilt, letting the moonlight illuminate his deep facial contours.
Standing by the bed, Zhong Yi stared at him for a long while, helpless and funny, obviously this person wanted it himself, but he fell asleep first when he came to him, and he didn't know if he would regret it when he woke up.
This was the first time someone had fallen asleep before him in his bed, and it was still on the premise of doing nothing.
Zhong Yi looked at Zhang Xingzhi's increasingly congested earlobes, his cheeks were hot all over, and he was still sleeping unconscious with only a pair of underwear left. With such a small amount, I insisted on helping him drink it.
In the first few years when he was a film producer, it was common for him to drink until four or five o'clock in the morning. After getting off the drinking table, Liang Sili would take him to the hospital directly, and he couldn't go home for a few days at a time.
No matter who is born with a good capacity for alcohol, they all come out of practice.
Zhang Xingzhi didn't sleep until the next morning, and was woken up by his dry throat in just a few hours.
When he opened his eyes, there was no one around him, and there were only traces of himself lying on the flat big bed. Except for the quilt covering his body and the clothes that were taken off and put on the back of the chair, there was no trace of second in the whole room. traces of personal existence.
The time on the upper right corner of the phone jumped to exactly one o'clock in the morning. Just when Zhang Xingzhi thought that Zhong Yi had left him here and left, he put on his pants and opened the door, and he smelled the strong aroma of coffee filling the living room. Looking over, that person was actually standing at the bar in the living room... making coffee
Zhong Yi was wearing a nightgown, looking intently at the equipment in front of him, holding a delicate long-spout hand pourer, and evenly drawing circles along the filter paper filled with coffee powder in the funnel, without even noticing that The person walking behind him from the door.
Zhang Xingzhi didn't say a word, just stood quietly with Zhong Yi at the square of the floor where the moonlight shines through the skylight, looking at his slender and white nape, and seeing his black hair that was not hanging down like in the past , Also look at his forearm stretched out from the nightgown, and his trembling hand holding the kettle from time to time.
In fact, "uniformity" is the foundation of hand-brewed coffee.
When pouring water into the coffee powder, the thickness of the water flow should be uniform; when steaming, the contact with the water powder should be uniform; Be even.
This time, Zhong also didn't get angry because of his trembling hands, he just calmly prepared to pour the coffee filtered out of the filter paper into the waste water bucket beside him, and started a new cup.
But as soon as he picked up the coffee, he was stopped by a low-pitched male voice from behind him: "Why don't you drink it after making it, pour it all down."
It was only here that Zhang Xingzhi realized that the waste bucket had already filled a lot, and most of the coffee aroma in the huge living room came from it.
Zhong Yi heard that his hands paused, and he just wrote lightly: "I'm just afraid I won't be able to sleep."
lie.
"Then I'll drink it." Zhang Xingzhi said and was about to take the coffee cup from him, but Zhong Yi refused, "Don't drink it, my hand is not steady, it doesn't taste good."
After Zhong Yi finished speaking, he continued to pour the coffee in his hand into the waste water bucket, and started a new round of coffee bean grinding. are you awake… "
Under the bright moonlight, the tight and beautiful muscular lines of the man's upper body caught his eye. They did not cut corners at all, but they were not too obtrusive.
Leaving aside the first time, Zhong Yiming had only seen this man a few hours ago when he was undressing him, but at first glance at such a close distance, one can't help but want to say a few words, especially when he is hiding in jeans The mermaid line in…
If humans are visual animals, then you are the paramecium of aesthetics, Zhong Yi laughed in his heart as he turned his head.
Zhang Xingzhi just watched quietly as he repeated the procedures, and then picked up the pouring pot again.
Just when Zhong Yi felt that his hands were about to tremble again, a big palm suddenly broke into his sight, and before he could react, he took his hand and led him to complete the follow-up circle smoothly, warm and gentle. , and asked him why his hands were so cold.
Zhong also did not answer.
Until finally put down the hand pouring pot, Zhang Xingzhi asked in his ear, "Is this the method?"
Zhong Yi's eyes were still on the man's big hand that was not loose in his own. Just as he was about to say "yes", the person behind him asked, "Can I hug you..."
But in fact, Zhang Xingzhi just gave an announcement, and he didn't mean to wait for the answer at all. After speaking, he used his thick chest to stick to the thin back of the person in front of him, and with a light bend of his arms, he buckled the person around his waist In his arms, as if he was afraid that he would run away, the hand holding his right hand never let go.
Feeling that Zhang Xingzhi lowered his head and sniffed at his neck, his breath was hot and humid, his empty back suddenly fell, his body involuntarily absorbed the body temperature of another person, Zhong Yi couldn't explain why, his heart suddenly softened It's been a long time since no one dared to hug him in such a thorough way...
"Yang You'an said you would exercise in the office. Did you really exercise well? You're too thin..." As he spoke, Zhang Xingzhi kissed his hickey with satisfaction, and asked, "Why didn't you do it a few days ago, and today? Came out suddenly?"
Although it is much lighter than the first day, it is still very conspicuous.
Zhong Yi moved his lips several times before he recovered his voice, lowered his eyelids slightly and said dumbly: "I can't really wear a scarf, doesn't Teacher Zhang know that there is something called concealer..."
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Xingzhi said, "I want it to stay on your body for a little longer, is that okay?"
Hearing this, what Zhong Yi thought in his heart was that you would do it no matter what I said, but this time Zhang Xingzhi behaved instead, assuming that he would never mess around if he didn't get an answer, he asked again: "Is it okay? "
After a long while of silence, Zhong Yi suddenly laughed. He caressed the arm around his waist and turned around, leaning against his chest and looking up at the person in front of him with a smile in his eyes: "Who the hell is that?" To say that our Teacher Zhang is dumb-headed, isn’t that a high rank?”
This time Zhang Xingzhi saw it, even if the marks on his neck had faded, the marks on his body were still there, all hidden in the snow-white cardigan nightgown of the person in front of him.
But he still had those three words: "Can you?"
Zhong Yi really couldn't stand him looking at him with such stubborn eyes, he threw out a "no" and wanted to push him away, but before he took two steps, Zhang Xingzhi grabbed him. The hand on the right hand was brought back to his bosom again.
For a moment, Zhong Yi, who did not give up and run away, thought that he was going to be picked up from the ground by Zhang Xingzhi. It was not until his neck hurt slightly, and the hot lips and tongues of the people behind him touched him, that Zhong Yi was completely quiet, and his heart beat like a drum.
If Zhang Xingzhi restrained him with great strength, Zhong Yi had nothing to say, but this person is very cunning, he only needs three points of force, if he really resists and wants to break free, it is completely possible...
As the strength of his lips deepened, Zhang Xingzhi slowly freed a hand around Zhong Yi's waist, and when he touched his bathrobe, it was unbiased, and it just stayed at the position of Zhong Yi's heart.
Zhong Yi, who was still staring blankly at the boundless starry sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, only heard the man kiss him and whispered in his ear: "I heard your heartbeat, Mr. Zhong..."
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Paramecia: single-celled protozoa
Don't ask me why this sentence has become like this, because I don't know, probably Teacher Zhong entrusted the dream (